Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1887-12-01
REALM OF THE DINE.
THE BOWERY AS SEEN DURING
AN AFTERNOON STROLL.

ting over u Sprtt-E anu cNNe'A
OF the Human Tide - Peeps at the
shows
The Bowery is the realm of the dime, For
dime, having first made your Will, you can
get one OF Freis dinners, consisting OF soup
meat, potatoes Vegetables and coffee fon
can get, after buying al accident policy, two
uncean shaves for ten cents OF one shave
with bay rum and clean towel lou can
buy a lot Of chestnuis, fresh roasted at tile
stands or old and moSsgro~D M the CANDY
temples of MoIniis. You can buy shoestrings,
suspenders or a handkerchief from Samueis
of Posen of all ages colors and previous con
ditions of servitnde You eau get u milk
punch with All egg in it, provided you 10 not
exact cows milk and hens eggs IN your
purchase You will be foolish if you exact
them. To enjoy the Bowery you must take
it as il is, believe in all its shanis, accept its
mermaid. give credencc to its living statue,
gaze In wonder at its lobster msh and in awe
at its fat ladies There is no particular fun
to be found in looking behind the cards III
any walk in life, and this is truce of the
Bowery than of most other places.
SYour first dime will go to young man
who approaches you shivering. His hat is
wrecked and stained, his shirt very dirty and
his clothing is in rags. He has just got over
an iBcipient attack of 1.-THE shakes" their
dismal horrors having made more hideouS
the gutter in which lie reposed while the ele-
waited trains Numbered over his head through
the long hours of the night. His face is red
and his nose shines 81 say, mister he will
say, "give me a dime to get somethin' to eat
with, will yer, I'm an educated man. Just
gettin' over spree. | believe in being la
comic Brevity is the soul of wit. What do
you think about It'll" he nervously rattles OFF.
'Do you want drink"
"Yes.n
You give him the dime. He goes for his
drink. The white angel of philanthropy,
lowering over the Young Mems Christian
association opposite, trowns at this encour
agement of vice. Nevertheless, you feel that
the Recording Angel will look at the matter
differently,
A "chippie" stares at him in scorn as he
reels away The Bowery is the roosting
place and feeding ground of the little chip
piesn They are prominent part of the
fiotsam and jetSam in the human tide that
Gibbs and flows constantly in this great canal
in the center of great city. They are not
necessarily disreputable, though they would
like to be successfully So They skip along
the pavements in their sailor hats-fashion-
able sailor hats, for they live in country in
which high and low, rich and poor, and all
the other tritenesSes that describe the social
extremes. dress according to the same
set fashions. The "chippie's' complexion is
dull. Her veins are full of the beer that she
drank over night in some smoke filed saloon
with sawdust on the floor. The "chippien
knows little happiness Her brown
niggerhead sacqne is in perpetual state of
age, and the pockets are giving way from
the constant weight of her hands.
The fat lady gets your second dime She
is in museum whose outside is ablaze with
paint--red, blue and yellow On its front
are blazoned monstrosities of all kinds
human and animal AS you enter the door a
British museum of scents and Cesnoa col
lection of smells come trooping at you with
the profusion of cheruhs in Vatican fres-
coe. The bouquet OF the balmy raccoon, and
the essence of the contiding little monkey
mingle democratically with the cheap cologne
Of the Circassian person. and the odor of
newly dispensed paint. The fat lady is at
handsome fat lady. She has brown eyes, a
small mouth and pretty teeth. She has
square yards of arm and pillows of bust
There are feathers in her hair and a circus
tent of brown silk dress about her sylphide
figure She confesses to 10 summers, though
you inwardly doubt that the most indus
trious vitality could have reared this struct-
ure in twice the time. She is from Ohio, she
says, and that explains it. She is unmarried.
There were twenty-eight fat ladies in the
show when she got her medal, she continues,
and of them all only three are unmarried
She chats familiarly with the Circassian
lady in a red dress and frizzled hair, recently
from the Ural mountains of Pennsylvania
Most of the Circassian ladies come from
Pennsylvania At other times she calls on
the tattoed girl across the way, who is rather
apitiful sight She was a pretty little cir
before they jabbed needles in her white Skin
and marked her indelibly on legs and arms
with blurred and uncouth drawings in red
and blue. She has nice eyes and modest
manner. She must have been fair TO look at
before they made her perpetual monstros.
ity. She has pretty neck, with tine sym
metrical curve of young womanhood, but the
Hbsh no" "etIS "a HcthldCH Oh ulltOuS Que
leaves that no autumn ever will alter and
only one winter-the enduring one-ever re
move 1t cost $3.50 she says. Her father
made her DO it, Did it hurtl Yes 1t hurt
good deal, and she was sick for two week:
once while it was going on. She takes nc
pride in it, She endures it, perhaps, to buy
her fathers gin.
Galatea gets your next dime She come.
to life in another museum. The Snowman
darkens the hall, goes to a small platform
with black screen above it In the center
of the screen is a square hole, and into thi.
you gaze while be says:
you've all heard, ladies and genelm'n, o.
the story of Pygmalion and the Gaiatee
Hfgmalion was an artist, or a sculptur
rather, an him bein' pretty eccentric couldn'
find no woman what he wanted for to marry
so he up an chisels a bust, an the bust wa
the Galatee This here is the bust, gen
elm'nn
A white light shines in the box and
white bust appears 1t is painted life size
ststuesque. While you stare at its chalk,
features and closed eyes the Snowman con
tinues:
"Pygmalion got stuck on the bust an Sc
all dag a iookn' at it till he got a little loos
in the upper story an prayed to the gods t.
change the Cialatee into a woman. The Gal
aztec will now change into woman, genel
mn. Watch the color come IN Der cheek
and the winkin' Of her ewes There's no file
on them eyes, geuelm'n. Yer can see 70
yourselves
The white bust fades into 0 womans bea
and neck, round and loving She redden
cosmetically, and opens and shuts pair G
startling black eyes very naturally. Sh
does ten cents worth Of smiling as
goes on:
"Pygmalion wanted for to marry the Ga
aztec, but she wouldn't have it, She was
high roller and he was only a poor arts
She wanted some Teller that would put up silh
and diamonds for her, and consequently 81
changed back into marble again once more
She truly does so The chalky bust is one
more in the box and the "Galatee" is pullin
on waterproof behind the scenes, viii
Pygmalion, in a brown mustache and ciga
waits to take his winking and blushing ga
atss" to dinner.-New York Times.
THE SIGN PAINTERS WORK.